Chapter 12 The Story of Big Nose.4

Our protagonist has finally changed from running to walking, counting the coins in his pocket. There are five pieces in total.At the same time, he had five copper coins in his hand, which was indeed the first time for him.He felt that this was a considerable amount of property, which could be used for many purposes.He walked more slowly, thinking in his stomach: "How about we get something to repair the belly temple?" However, he wanted to buy a candy to taste.He and his companions have a different view on the problem of pretending to be full; generally, they can use begging or tougher means than begging (for example, stopping a burden of eaten food in an alley) to get rid of it. If you get something, you should not spend money to buy it; if you spend money to buy it, you are a fool!

As for sugar, it's different.Asking someone for a candy is sure to get a slap in the face, and there will never be a candy in the empty rice basket.Now that our protagonist has five coppers in his hand, he turns his attention to things like sugar.Especially since he ate half a grain of sugar at a time, the allure of sugar was very strong. He stopped at last.At the entrance of a not-so-clean alley, there were three or four children (some of whom were not much smarter than him) surrounding a stall.This is not selling sugar, but a "street library" that rents out "little books" (comic picture stories).

For this kind of "little book", our protagonist has already had unreasonable thoughts.He used to hide behind people's backs and glanced at them secretly, but often when he understood a little bit, they turned over with a snort.This time he will rent a few to enjoy himself. "Should I rent 20 copies for a copper? I'll return it to you after seeing it on the spot." He put on a very sophisticated look and said to the person who set up the stall. The "street library director" gave him a look, and then shouted softly: "Little bastard! Get out of here!"

"What! Swear! I have coins, look!" He spread out his palm, and sure enough there were five copper coins, glistening with sweat. The person at the bookstall reached out and wanted to grab the five coins, saying: "One coin reads five books, and five coins, which is cheaper, reads thirty books." "No, no, no! Fifteen copies! Hey, why don't you agree to fifteen copies?" He put the copper back into his pocket, while he was busy peeking at the "little book" in other people's hands. The number of transactions was ten.He only paid two copper coins, and picked up twenty copies, all of which were written by Taoist priests who let go of flying swords, and there were women who wielded swords.

He doesn't know the words on the "little book", but he can explain the pictures in the "little book" according to his own meaning.Those pictures were originally "serial stories", but because the painters were not very skilled and he couldn't read, he often couldn't pick up the stories of the two pictures before and after. But he still watched patiently. There is a painting in which several fierce-looking men (there is also a Taoist priest in the middle) surround a woman and fight with a child.There was also a flying sword stabbing at the woman and the child in mid-air.He originally admired flying swords and the like, but the flying swords here made him feel bad.

"Damn! Hitting a dog in the water is not a good man!" He cursed softly and turned a page.This new page is still the woman and the child, but they have already been defeated, and they are about to flee to a woods, chased after by the other men with fierce looks and the flying sword in mid-air.He was a little worried about the woman and the child.Go to the second page quickly.Fortunately, the woman resisted those "chasers" by the edge of the woods.However, at this time, another monk was added to the picture, also holding a knife, running from a distance, as if to join the "battle group".

"Who is the monk going to help?" He thought anxiously, and turned another page.He felt that if the monk was a good monk, he would definitely help the woman and the child, and if he was present, he would also help the woman and the child.However, although the page that was turned over still showed that group of people, they were no longer fighting. They stood there as if they were talking, including the monk. If he could read, he would be able to know what those people were talking about, and he could also know who the monk was helping, because two lines were sprayed out of the monk's mouth, and there were some words written in the lines——this is the monk. talking.

He looked at the next painting again sullenly, but he still couldn't see the reason.The fight was indeed over, and this time it was the woman's turn to spray two lines from her mouth, and there were words in the lines. In the next picture, the woman and the child are still there, and the rest of the people (men with fierce faces, Taoist priests, and even monks) have disappeared; and they are not at the edge of the woods, but in the house, and they are also in the woman's hand. Without a knife, she sat in front of the bed with her head bowed, seemingly tired and thinking about something; the child stood in front of her, and two lines spewed from his mouth, as usual, there were some hateful square characters in the line.

This confuses him.He was dissatisfied with the person who drew the picture: "If it's a critical moment, he can't draw it. He just uses words to prevaricate." He also felt that the woman and child were useless, so why did they hide at home.Yet he was thankful that the woman and child had finally made it home safely—he figured that was what they were going to do. All in all, he was very concerned about this "unknown" woman and child, and he concluded that they must be good people.He was eager to know what happened to them afterwards, and he chose those paintings of this woman and this child for a closer look.Sometimes they were fighting with others again, and he explained it in his own way, and connected it with the previous story.After a while, twenty "little books" have been read.

"Hey, take it back, twenty books! Do you have any more, about women and children?" He said to the man at the bookstall, feeling his stomach at the same time; it was now growling softly. The person at the book stand greeted another "little reader", and at the same time took a set of "little books" with a woman on the cover and gave them to our protagonist. However, this "woman" is not the previous "woman", as can be seen from her attire.She doesn't use a knife or a gun, but she seems to have a lot of "momentum" in the book, putting on airs everywhere.

Our protagonist flipped through it in a hurry, and the boss was not happy; suddenly he remembered that the rent for this new set of "little books" had not been paid, so he quickly stacked them and returned them to the person at the book stand, saying generously, "" It doesn’t look good,” and planned to leave. "Where's the money?" said the person at the bookstall, checking the number of books in that set. "It counts as your two coins!" "What, see if the goods are right, do you want money too?" "It looks like you didn't say it first, didn't you? Looks like I have to read one book, and you just read one book! Don't worry about it, two coins!" "Who's to blame! Who..." Our protagonist was a little embarrassed, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't bear the two coins. "Then, put it on the account, tomorrow—" "Know where you bastard come from; don't charge." "You don't even know me? I have a big nose. You can ask the old woman in charge of the public pit over there, she knows too!" While talking, while running, our protagonist often has his own special way in this kind of thing. He saved two copper coins, but he also admitted that he is a "big nose".He thinks it is not bad to call it "big nose", because among him and his partners, the "nose" is also considered a valuable part of the body. When they want to show that they are a "good guy", they always refer to their "nose". ", isn't it?